Charmed Wizard

The next day, Phoebe walked in through into the Manor with her kids. “Piper!”

“Kitchen!” Piper called out to her.

Phoebe led the girls to the kitchen where they found Piper wiping down the counter. “Hey.

“Hey. Hi, girls,” Piper greeted her nieces with a smile.

“Hi, Aunt Piper.. Mommy says were gonna have a pool party!” Peyton said excited.

“That's right. Uncle Leo set the pool up last week. Your cousins are already in there,” Piper said. After several years of the kids begging, she and Leo finally caved and got a pool.

“I wanna go with you, Mom. I wanna meet Harry,” Parker said.

“Honey, I told you, he has to meet me and his dad first. We can't all crowd him,” Phoebe said.

“Besides, you're gonna have a ton of fun with your sisters and cousins. Why don't you guys go on back and go for a swim?” Piper suggested.

“Go ahead,” Phoebe encouraged.

All three girls started heading for the backyard.

“Thanks for turning this into a party. Hopefully, it'll keep them distracted,” Phoebe said.

“Yeah, we'll do our best. We can't really compete with a new brother, but we'll try to be a close second. Actually, we're trying to keep all the kids distracted. The others keep asking about their new cousin too,” Piper told her. “How are doing?”

“I'm a nervous wreck. I have so many things going through my head. What if he hates me? I mean, he doesn't know me. What if he resents us for disrupting his life?” Phoebe asked.

“I won't lie and say that's not possible, but I think as long as you give him the time to get adjusted and get to know you, he will come to love you. Of course, that also means respecting his family. I know you want to bring him home and I don't blame you, but I think you should give it a bit of time and maybe make him and the people that raised him aware that it doesn't mean they'll be kicked out. What the Elders did isn't their fault?” Piper said.

“I know. We're going to take it one step at a time,” Phoebe said. She'd talked with Cole yesterday when she came to return Piper's car. They'd both agreed, after having time to sleep on it, that it wasn't such a great idea to rush things. They still wanted their son to come home to them, but they had to go slower than they originally intended.

“That's a good idea. So where's Coop?” Piper asked.

“He's got a new charge to help find love. It's probably better. He and Cole being in the same room isn't the best. Speaking of Cole, where is he?” Phoebe asked. When she got there yesterday, Piper had told her she was letting Cole stay for a bit. It surprised her. She hadn't really expected her sister to warm up to Cole that way. She didn't hate him as much as Paige did, but she still wasn't a fan, not since what happened when he was the Source.

“He left early this morning to go apartment hunting. I think he was also hoping it would take his mind off things until you guys could go,” Piper said.

“Well, hopefully he gets back soon. We need to go,” Phoebe said.

“Listen, I understand why you guys need to do this alone. You don't wanna put too much on Harry all at once. But if something happens, call us right away,” Piper said. Her sister was going to meet people that were likely magical, and they had a type of magic none of the sisters understood. There was no telling how it could go.

“We will, but we should be okay. We have my powers and Cole's if it comes down to that,” Phoebe said.

Just then, Cole appeared in the room. “Hey, we ready?”

“Yeah. Kind of anyway,” Phoebe said. She still had knots in her stomach at the prospect of her son's reaction.

“It'll be okay. Just remember to call Paige if you need help and we'll come right away. Oh, and take a picture. We wanna see him,” Piper said.

Phoebe chuckled. “We will.”

“Okay, let's go see our boy,” Cole said before sticking out his hand. As soon as she took it, he shimmered them both away.

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Cole and Phoebe materialized right outside a decent sized, two story house. “Okay. We're here. Our son's in there,” Cole said before ringing the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door was answered by an obese boy who looked about fifteen. “Who are you?” the boy asked in a rude tone.

Cole gave Phoebe a questioning look, wondering if this was their son. He'd seen him in a premonition, so she'd know.

Phoebe shook her head and then turned to the boy. “Hi, are your parents home?”

“Mum!” the boy bellowed.

A second later, a tall woman with short, curly hair answered the door. She looked a bit nervous. “Hello. I'm sorry, but this is bad time. Please come back later.”

Phoebe put her hand on the door just as the woman went to close it. “No, wait. Please, we need to talk to you. It's...” she trailed off as shouting and a loud crash could be heard from upstairs.

“What's that?” Cole asked.

“Oh, it's just my nephew. He can be rather clumsy. If you'll excuse me, I must go check on him,” she said hastily as she went to close the door again.

This time, Cole was the one to stop her. He shoved the door open and pushed his way inside. Something wasn't right. He could feel it.

“Wait a minute! You can't just force your way into folks' houses. Leave before I call the authorities,” the woman demanded.

They heard another noise, this time it sounded like a punch.

Cole rushed to the stairs and took them two at a time. He didn't even bother checking to see if Phoebe was behind him, though he was certain she was. As he got up the stairs, the violent noises became louder and he could hear someone groan in pain. It seemed to come from a room at the end of the hall.

“I'm going to stamp the freakishness out out of you once and for all!” a man was screaming.

When Cole entered the room, the sight horrified him. There was a boy on the ground bloody and bruised. He was curled in a ball trying to cover himself as a man three times the size of him repeatedly kicked him in the stomach.

“Oh my God!” Phoebe exclaimed as she took in the sight of her boy being beaten repeatedly. She'd imagined how several times how this would go, but she never could've fathomed that she'd find her son being abused.

Cole saw red. This piece of garbage was beating his son, and he was sure it was his son. He could just tell, probably the same way Phoebe was able to tell she was meant to protect him when she had her premonition. He just knew his own son.

Cole grabbed a hold of the whale-like man and pulled him off of his boy with ease. He practically threw him against the wall and grabbed him by the neck, squeezing tightly. “What's wrong with you, you piece of garbage! He's a child!”

“Unhand me, you have no right!” he said before feeling the pressure on his neck increase until he could no longer speak.

Phoebe, meanwhile, ran to her son's side. “No! Oh my God!”

Harry uncurled slightly and opened his eyes the best he could. It was bit difficult as they were both kind of swollen from his uncle punching him. Much to his surprise, he saw the woman from his dream. She was looking at him just as she had in his dream.

Phoebe was on the verge of tears. Her little boy had two black eyes, a bloody lip, and who knew how many other injuries. That man had beat the hell out of him. How many other times had this happened to him. She couldn't believe it was the first time. People like that didn't just do it once. People like that liked to hurt people weaker than them.

Phoebe did her best to keep herself together. Her son needed her to be strong for him. “It's okay, sweetheart.

Cole continued to hold the man who'd just brutalized his son by the neck, squeezing so hard that the man was gasping for air. With his other hand, he produced an energy ball. He could kill him without his powers, but he wanted more than to kill him. He wanted to destroy him.

Harry barely registered that his dream had completely come true when he heard his aunt's scream in the doorway.

“What are you people?” Petunia asked in fear.

Phoebe turned around to see her husband prepared to commit murder. For once, she was inclined to let him, but they had bigger problems. “Cole, let him go!”

Cole turned and glared at his ex-wife. “No! Call me evil all you want, but this SOB does not get away with his.”

“Cole, if you wanna come back here and kill them later, I won't stop you, but we have bigger priorities than revenge,” she said as her eyes darted to their son.

Cole looked at his son on the floor. Phoebe was right. Harry needed them right now. He could deal with these people another time, and he would. This was far from over.

Reluctantly, Cole allowed his energy ball to disappear and released his grip on the bastard's neck, allowing to fall to the ground and start coughing violently. He then walked over to his ex-wife and their son. He bent down and picked his boy up, putting one hand under his shoulders and the other under his knees.

Harry knew he should've fought as the strange man picked him up, but he had no strength to fight. His whole body hurt and he could barely move, hell, he could feel himself lose consciousness more and more. He simply didn't stand a chance at a fight at the moment.

Cole cradled the boy close and turned back to the things that called themselves his guardians. “Pray that we don't come back.”

Phoebe stood up and grabbed her ex-husband's arm. “We will be back,” she vowed.

Without another word, Cole shimmered them away.